Peter S. Quinn

Sonnet 80, In Deepest Dark - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In deepest dark, a spirit moves a word,
In search of lights that floods on clouds from here;
There is no ending there for a songbird,
Just the clock, fate with time will know and share.
The steps will lighten and clear up dark,
From a pen with wings, that searches each disguise;
If it's with songs from nightingale or lark,
The word will clear and forward spirit flies.
My soul to keep, each saying as it goes,
The dawn has come, moving on brightly sphere;
From intrusive, other thoughts from onward grows,
Because everything’s drifting far and near.
So all insight's of intellectual first,
And second then, poet's poetic thirst.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 11, 2011

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